“Suddenly the night has grown colder, the goddess of love preparing to depart.” – Leonard Cohen, “Alexandra Leaving”I wanted to intertwine at that moment,
wrapping legs like vines ready and ripe,
making love slow like the rhythm of his voice.
I'd love to say it was love, I was your lord
but it wasn't our Saturn I wanted to sleep on.
It was survival, in the purest sense.
There’s times the night does grow colder,
when we edge ever closer to the knowledge
that some day we will depart.
Leonard’s singing it to us,
“the simplicities of pleasure.”
There’s tomorrow to be lost.
To be woken by a kiss.
Let’s leave the strategies behind.
Let me just drink you in. Honor.
Let me have the honor.
If only …
If only I had the words of Leonard.
I would be in full command of you,
hoisting over every inch of you
leading you to climax before good-bye.
The song’s near the end. Let’s hurry.
Giving pleasure’s a simplicity.
Making every part woven by a kiss.
Alexandra’s leaving. But we are here.
Let me tune my old Banjo.
I’m saving you a seat.
There’s pleasures I don’t recall.
Let me make you sing like Boogie Street.
Because sometimes you just have to live.
